Marc and Felicity

Marc had to take a moment to step back and appreciate his work.

Felicity’s ass was striped with red from the very soft caning and she couldn’t stay completely still. It was also glistening from the oil he’d massaged into her skin. She was lying out on the bed, a double layer of towels down under her to keep the oil from making a mess as well as dealing with any of her leaking juices. Her legs were deliciously bare except for the spreader bar keeping her ankles a solid three feet apart. She was wearing a black corset, and the eyering on the back had a rope tied from it to her blonde ponytail, keeping her head craned back. Her arms were also crossed and tied behind her back so she couldn’t move, and she was panting desperately - not because of fear or out of difficulty of breathing, but because she was trying not to come.

Marc stepped forward again and adjusted the magic wand vibrator between her legs, nuzzling it up against her slick pussy lips a little more firmly.

“Thank you, sir,” she sobbed. Her legs and ass were twitching and her fingers were flexing as she fought to maintain her control.

With a smile, Marc swung a leg over her to straddle her and leaned down, nibbling softly on her upper ear. She was still wearing the sexy drop earrings he’d presented her with earlier that night before they went to dinner at a charity function he’d been obliged to attend. They looked gorgeous on her, as most things did, and she’d been very happy with them.

Knowing Felicity, she’d be as pleased with the picture of her ass he’d taken with its red and white stripes.

“Are you ready, ma petite fée?” Marc asked her softly, whispering in her ear.

“I am ready for my Master’s orders,” she whispered, her neck clenching from her effort.

“When I enter you,” Marc whispered with a smile.

“Yes, sir,” she acknowledged, quivering with need.

She was already lubed up and delightfully slick. Marc adjusted his cock, hotdogging it between her meaty and full ass cheeks, getting it slightly lubed up with the oil, then he pried Felicity’s cheeks apart and placed his cock at her anal ring. It was just a little gaped, perfectly prepared for him. She’d worn the larger buttplug through dinner, the one that they used when he was going to take her ass instead of the smaller, decorative one she knew he just liked to know she was wearing for him. After years of similar games, they both knew each other intimately - how well the plug prepared her, how much a certain brand or type of lube would help, and what sort of horny state she was in.

Marc pressed forward, and she pressed her ass back at him, and his cock slipped into it after only a moment of pressure. He grunted softly, grinning and pleased, and then groaned as Felicity’s ass clamped hard as she followed his directions and came. It was a big one, not that he hadn’t expected that after almost an hour of teasing and punishment games. Felicity only took the cane on her ass or tits, she hated it anywhere else on her body. She also hated the feather he’d used to tickle her softly, but it was a love/hate relationship. The bondage turned her on. The oil did as well.

They knew how to push each other’s buttons. Marc knew how to play her like a finely tuned instrument. Felicity knew exactly what Marc liked and how to submit to him, and to only give him real responses to his activity and never fake them. They were a perfect symbiosis.

Marc pushed deeper into her ass as the first wave of his blonde escort’s orgasm came down, and then he started to fuck her vigorously. He could feel the soft vibrations caused by the magic wand still clamped between Felicity’s thighs working through her, and the warmth of her abused ass on his thighs. Her mewling moans and sobs of release were magical. Her fingers were grasping, and Marc let his hands find hers and held them as he drilled into her.

“Thank you, Master! Thank you, dear! Ooooh, fuck, sir. Oh my… oooh, hahahaha!” She broke into delirious laughter as her body rocked through more orgasms. It was hard to say whether it was one continuous one or she’d gone multi-orgasmic; he’d seen both with her before. Her asshole was clenching hard but he could still thrust into her, and he grunted as he plumbed her depths.

There was something about fucking a woman’s ass that just did it for him. It was one of his earliest deal breakers when he’d been dating around before settling into a routine with Felicity. If a woman didn’t do anal, she just wasn’t going to be for him no matter what other compatibilities they had.

Felicity loved getting her ass fucked by Marc. Perfect symbiosis.

“I’m going to come in this beautiful hole,” Marc grunted, pulling out of her ass fully and watching it wink and remain stretched for a long moment.

“Yes, please, dear,” Felicity panted, still twitching from the overload of sensations. “Make me your little ass slut cumwhore, Master. Fill my hole, sir. Ooooh, fuck!”

Marc fucked back into her again, all the way, then pulled all the way out again, watching her asshole wink. It was a brutal sort of fucking that most women couldn’t handle because it was punishing to the anal ring - porn made it look more common than it should have. Felicity, when she was this turned on, could handle it though. She let out heavy huffs on every entrance until finally, as Marc pulled out again and stroked his cock with the head resting on the edge of her stretched anus, she moaned when she felt the gooey warmth of his cum filling her hole.

Later, once the bonds were gone, the towels were in the hamper and she was squeaky clean from Marc tenderly washing her in the shower, she moaned more softly.

Marc was rubbing aloe vera into her ass cheeks, which were still a little inflamed from the cane strikes. Even a firm tap with the thin cane could leave a welt, and he never wanted Felicity to leave without being taken care of properly.

“Thank you, dear,” she groaned, looking back at him over her shoulder as she rested her head on her arms, lying on the bed.

“Tout le plaisir est pour moi, ma petite fée,” Marc said softly, leaning down and kissing her between her shoulder blades.

“Mmmm,” Felicity moaned softly. Then she took a big breath and let it out slowly. “So. Tell me about your little fox hunt.”

“You’re interested?” Marc asked with a small smile.

“Of course I am,” she said. “I’m sharing your attention with a vixen cop, how could I not be interested?”

“Touche,” Marc said.

“So, have you fucked her yet?”

“No,” Marc said. “It’s too soon for that.”

She hummed a soft chuckle.

“Qu'y-a-t-il?”

“Nothing, dear,” Felicity said. “I’m just waiting for you to realise how silly that sounds. ‘Too early.’” She shook her head as she grinned. “If that woman came back here after the first time, she wants you.”

“She thinks she does,” Marc said. “But I do not think she is ready yet. Not for what I would want to do with her. Or to her. We’ll see.”

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